Fixing The Broken One | BroCon

VII. Beauty

"From now on, you're no longer Amayuki Minoru!"

"You're Amayuki Minoru, aren't you? My brother's ex-girlfriend!"

She swiped another layer of the pinkish orange liquid. Coating her pale lips with a mask of vibrant peach - like how she coated her lies with a sugary sweet words (and he lies this way too).

He was someone with a bright future, this shouldn't have happened to him, oh god—

—It was a shock! He was always smiling and he was brighter than anyone I've ever met!

—no, you're wrong, he's not fine, he was never fine.

With shaky hands, she pulled open the wand of the mascara before giving light strokes to each of her eyelashes, coating her pale blonde lashes to jet black. Rin wheezed out, chest rising up and down with unsteady breaths, she was close to fainting but she won't.

A knock stopped her from drowning with the water flowing freely from the sink.

"Rin, what's wrong?" a gentle voice seeped in between the ringing on her ears, "you've been there for a while, are you having trouble with something?"

Rin took a quick glance on her blood red eyes and the strands of hair she managed to pull out in the process. She quickly snatched an icy eyedrops from her purse to relieve her eyes, before brushing away the hairs and making sure she looked like how she should look.

—poised, mature, put together.

"It's nothing, Masaomi-san." She said after she clicked the door open to reveal the eldest sibling of the Asahinas with a troubled face on his usually calm demeanor. "I'll be on my room if you need me."

Then, she turned towards the stairs.

"I know that it's not nothing."

Rin halted on her tracks, stopping almost immediately with a jolt. A shiver of panic ran through her spine like a slither of a snake.

"But I won't question your answer, until
you can bear to tell it yourself, I'll pretend like I know nothing of your problems."

She clicked her tongue, never bothering to look back because she was sure to see a gentle face and a welcoming smile. Her demons knew she doesn't need that.

And her demons knew best after all.

***

"Smoking isn't a good habit, you know?"

Natsume only chuckled in response, rolling the cigarette between his teeth. He took a breath in the poison, releasing it in a roll of white smoke —staining the night in shades of grey. Azusa rolled his eyes, despite being the triplets they are, he hardly ever noticed their similarities well but in a way they're not that different either. The raven haired man slides his glasses off of his face, eyes casting downwards as he leaned into the balcony and joining his sibling of a same age. He sighed once, worry and pain swirled in his eyes and Natsume noticed them too.

"Something bothering you?" He started, the cigarette long forgotten, sitting in the ashtray of a nearby table.

"I—" Azusa released in a sigh, "—don't really know where to start."